My husband wants to join LexPoMo – or – he is sick of a poem a day before coffee
My husband tried to write a poem for me.
First he told me to go to bed.
Then he told me I only had 20 minutes to write my poem.
Then he spouted off rhyming couplets
in iambic pentameter.
They were really bad.
Maybe the honeymoon is really over.
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😂
Btw he really did start spouting out rhyming couplets – terrible! While o was trying to write my poem. We laughed!
i love this!
Thanks! We laughed as he kept it up.
😂
Thanks Pam – yes funny! And annoying all at the same time. 😂
This is exactly what my poem is about (posted just before yours). Subtley telling you what to do. What happens when you start saying it’s your time, your right I wonder?
Great poem. But my dearest is not much of a chimaera. He makes me laugh.